| Correction... I'm awesome.
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| What's the point if it isn't hard?
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| So, I admit, I underestimated Xanga. I honestly didn't expect anyone to read that last post. So, I apologize for sounding so emo. And to those of you who know nothing of my current life other than what you've read, my life really isn't as bad as I made it sound. I just had to get all that off my chest..... I find the news very fascinating these days. There is a lot of interesting stuff going on. Or maybe I just have nothing better to do. I'm sticking with the former... I need something big. A fun road trip, a really good concert. Something. Submit ideas to me... Random piece of amusing news. Rolling Stones guitarist Keith Richards told press the strangest thing he has ever snorted was his father. That's right, his father was cremated, cut with a little blow, and oh, did you see that? It just flew right up his nose... Who wants to party like it's 2012?
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| Hello Xanga... Damn. It's been a while... I'm kinda rusty. I'm not really sure what to say. But I'm pretty sure nobody even knows my page still exists, so I can say whatever the fuck I want... Right?......... Who am I? I don't know anymore. I'm not who I used to be, that's for damn sure. What happened? When did the old fall and the new rise? I like the old me better, but should I try to change back? Will that only make things worse? Is this just part of growing up? Always questions. Never any fuckin answers. Why am I just now noticing the change? Until very recently I've been trying to make myself grow up so fast, and so suddenly. Why? I've never wanted to grow up. That's always been my biggest fear. Can you grow down? That's what I wanna do... No. No turning back now. Life's fucking one way street. This isn't me. It doesn't look like me. It doesn't act like me. It doesn't talk like me. It doesn't think like me. It doesn't even smell like me. I'VE BEEN HIJACKED! Somebody please find me.... please... That seems to be the root of most problems these days. If you don't know who you are, then how the hell are you supposed to know what to do, what to be, what to believe, what to wear? I just don't know anymore. Can you help me? Are you that lifeline to sanity that I lost? I certainly feel a lot happier with you. I just hope you're not happier without me...
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OclayO <-------- "Clay Circle"
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